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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Pocket_Monsters_|_Pokemon_(Main_Video_Game_Series), Pocket_Monsters:
      Black_&_White_|_Pokemon_Black_and_White_Versions
  Relationship:
      N_|_Natural_Harmonia_Gropius/Touya_|_Hilbert
  Character:
      N_|_Natural_Harmonia_Gropius, Touya_|_Hilbert, Zekrom_(Pokemon), Reshiram
      (Pokemon)
  Additional Tags:
      Pokemon_Battle, Anal_Sex, Pubic_Hair, Blow_Jobs, Teenagers, Rimming,
      Statutory_Rape, Past_Sexual_Abuse, Implied_Childhood_Sexual_Abuse
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-05 Words: 4514
****** Soft Blue Glow ******
by daemonhart
Summary
     [Old] After two years apart, N and Black find each other once more in
     N's fallen castle. But is a battle really enough to express what they
     need to say?
Notes
     This story is like...four years old at this point. In the interest of
     preservation, though, I'm going to post it anyway, since it isn't /
     too/ terrible...and who knows when FF.net is going to find it and
     delete it. N is still one of my favourite characters of all time,
     though...
     [Original A/N: This is the first fanfiction I've written in a decade.
     Thankfully, I no longer have access to my old work, since I'm pretty
     positive they were really bad. On the other hand, though, I'm equally
     positive I've gotten really rusty, so please forgive me! I originally
     wanted to include Reshiram and Zekrom in the action, but decided that
     maybe Black would get too jealous.
     Setting: Slightly AU N's Castle, since N still has Zekrom. After
     being abandoned, the castle has recessed into its hole in Victory
     Road (where you can find it again in Black2/White2).]
The roar of a thunderstrike echoed against the walls of a crumbled castle, high
in the mountains of northern Unova. Its light cast even darker shadows beneath
the fallen columns and shards of masonry while flashing white across the face
of a young man.
He stood at the lip of the crater in which the great building had fallen and
looked down upon it through eyes squinted against the updrafts. One hand
pressed his cap against his head and the other held tight onto his bag. He
descended against the gusts, which swirled against all sides of the cliffs as
though originating from the center of the hole itself. Lighting struck again,
this time close enough that he could see the rock melted by its heat spray into
the air. Something in his bag shuddered violently and he pressed a hand against
the spot.
"Easy, friend. We're almost there," he murmured, soothing the movement despite
the storm's noise. He grit his teeth and resumed his climb, bracing himself
against the near-sheer cliff face as he descended.
From within the castle, another young man's face illuminated with the
lightning's strikes. Storm-grey eyes peered from a broken window at the
blackness below. He could feel someone was approaching, and so could his
friend. The electricity crackled in the air and caused his hair to bristle and
spike. "Soon…let's be ready," he murmured, biting at his lip and staring across
the distance at the moving shape, "It has been two years. Surely he has grown,
as have we."
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The brunette shuddered as he crossed the threshold into the castle foyer and
felt the charge flood across his skin. "It's not hostile, but…just in case.
Reshiram, come out!" The legendary beast emerged from a hot bolt beneath the
bag's flap, towering over his master and craning his head down to meet the
boy's eyes. "Slowly." Together, the two made their way through the ruins of
Team Plasma's old base; through the rubble and beneath the cracked vaults they
sought, until at last they found the room.
Inside, the darkness was illuminated by a blue glow. When Black took his first
step beyond the doorway, a pair of red and gold eyes opened and glowered down
at him from near the ceiling, and a growl shook his whole body. Reshiram
responded immediately and slammed out the door's header with his claw, which
allowed the dim light to flood over Zekrom. The two met with roars and
posturing, flaring their turbines and spreading their arms wide. However, their
trainers regarded each other in silence, tense and breathless.
It was Black who spoke first. "N. I've been searching all over. Do you know how
many times I've come back here?"
"Yes. I could see from Reshiram's talon-marks," N replied after a long pause,
"I heard you ring the bell; that's why I returned. I am not dead."
"Maybe not, but I still lost a good friend. After so long with no leads…I'm
happy my feelings reached you."
The two beasts silenced themselves as their masters spoke, then looked at each
other again. N glanced up at them and nodded. "Reshiram has grown confident and
proud. You must have discovered the way to the truth. I, too, have sought my
path with Zekrom by my side. Our ideals are just. What about your truth?"
Black straightened his back. "The truth is fair to everyone – Pokemon, people,
the world. I came to show you that."
A grin spread across N's face. "Then show me! This crater will be our crucible,
where your truth and my ideals will meet!" he bellowed. Zekrom swept him onto
his shoulder, and Reshiram lifted Black onto his back. Both Pokemon moved as
quickly as they could back through the ruins and burst through the main door,
distancing themselves from it before landing opposite one another. N and Black
dismounted pulled down the brims on their hats.
"Now, go!" both cried.
The dragons charged forward and met with a slam. Electricity and fire licked
through the open air, the force of the impact blowing both trainers' hair back.
Reshiram roared and kicked Zekrom back for distance, then alit straight into
the sky. Zekrom shook off the blow and followed closely, firing bolts that
jolted past the white beast. The charges spread across the sky like veins,
leaping in branches from cloud to cloud and roaring out with each discharge.
Reshiram had no choice but to change direction or risk being caught in the
lightning; Zekrom was there to meet him.
Again, the two collided, but with Reshiram off-balance from his sudden move, he
was knocked away. He tumbled and struck the ground. "Reshiram!" cried Black,
"Move! He's coming!" He caught his talons into the rock and shoved himself
forward, just out of Zekrom's powerful bolt strike. Stones sprayed into the air
from the impact and Zekrom growled with frustration. Reshiram swung his heavy
tail down and beat his wings to right himself, then turned to grab Zekrom's
wings before he could make his next move.
Black and N's breathing grew ragged as they watched the culmination of their
two years apart. The heat and the static singed their skin and spiked their
hair, but neither noticed in their focus. Reshiram breathed a fire blast into
Zekrom's face, and the black dragon howled in pain. He thrust his head through
the flames and bit into his counterpart's neck with such force that both
toppled over. A flurry of claws and bites ensued, but both knew such a petty
squabble would not be enough to quench their need. The beasts rose to their
feet and eyed one another before leaping back and planting their great claws
into the ground. Thunderstrikes punished the ground more viciously and the air
waved with heat while both turbines spun. Nearby, the pressure from their
battle blew a sandstorm over the Pokemon League building. The walls of the
crater crumbled and rocks tumbled down the cliffs into Victory Road.
"Now, show him the truth! Reshiram!"
"Zekrom, let him know our ideals!"
A wild flame surged from Reshiram's mouth and melted a trench in the ground
beneath its path. Zekrom loosed a bolt from its body that deafened their
trainers and rocked the fallen castle to its very foundation. Both forces
collided midway, the blast sending N and Black flying backward until they hit
opposite walls of the crater. Dust erupted over the lip of the cliffs and into
the sky in hot clouds that spread miles across. From them rained ash and
lightning over human and Pokemon alike, over forest and mountain and town like
in ages past when the brothers clashed over their differences and destroyed
Unova itself – but this was different. Long ago, neither could bear to yield
and ensured destruction, yet now both understood the strength of the other's
conviction to protect their master's values. The turbines spun down and the
pressure vanished. With no charge or wind to feed them, the clouds dispersed
and allowed the moon to shine down upon their homeland and all within it.
Zekrom turned and walked to the rubble where his master lay, digging his body
from beneath and cradling him in his arms. He pressed his burned face against
N's tattered shirt and growled quietly, prompting N to squint open his eyes and
smile before again falling unconscious. Reshiram had little more luck with
Black, so both dragons lumbered back into the castle for shelter while all of
them rested.
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"Augh…" Black huffed as he awoke, shifting in his bed of downy, warm feathers.
The heat of Reshiram's breath pulsed over him as the Pokemon slept curled
around the two boys nestled in its wing. Zekrom's firm stomach and chest formed
the opposite side of their encircled resting place, where N lay with his back
facing Black. The Pokemon's heads met with their faces turned inward above
their trainers. The blue background glow of Zekrom's crest and the content
sleeping faces of their dragons made Black feel secure and peaceful.
His eyes traced the contours of N's huddled back, thin beneath the well-pressed
but now battle-ruined shirt. He reached a hand to feel his hair and couldn't
help but smile – N was truly here before him, alive, matured through experience
he never could have found beneath Ghetsis's thumb. The touch stirred N, who
sighed as he likewise awoke. "Black…It really has been too long. It was a
difficult search to find what I wanted with this world. A separate place for
humans and for Pokemon? Or one united between them? Both have their benefits…"
Black's hand moved along the flow of his hair. "You must've found your answer.
Zekrom couldn't have matched Reshiram if you hadn't."
"I did. I believe we belong together, but without Pokeballs. Our shared ideals
should be enough," N said.
"That's the truth I found. Maybe our paths weren't so different," Black said in
return. He moved closer and set his hands onto the other's shoulders. "I also
feel we belong together. I think our Pokemon agree."
N chuckled. "Now I think you're moving off the topic a little." He freed
himself from Black's touch and sat up to look at him. "Perhaps we should be
having this conversation a little more privately. Just the two of us."
"Nah, whatever we have to say can be said in front of our friends," Black
insisted as he also rose, "Besides, they're asleep."
"But, I don't want to wake—"
"Then don't talk," he cut in, moving to press their mouths together. N's
muscles seized for a moment as he squeezed his eyes shut. He soured his face,
but when Black did not relent against his show of resistance, he relaxed and
turned his head into the kiss. Black again rested his hands on his shoulders,
but this time N did not shrug him away. "You're still too tense. Are you
scared?" the brunette asked as he broke contact.
N looked aside. "Look, if this is no good, I'll stop. I just..." Black said as
he heaved a sigh and let go of him. "Maybe I was imagining it. Let's get to
sleep." When he shifted to lie down, N grabbed him by the shirt.
"No, you know the truth more than anyone. Sit with me, please…" he plead. "I've
told you how I was raised. Surely you can assume…about Father. The only gentle
touch I've had was from Pokemon. My experience with humans is much less
pleasant." He met his friend's eyes with his own full of childlike wonder. "Let
me see how things should be. Teach me."
Black cupped his cheek. "I'll try, but you have to trust me," he said as their
lips met again. He traced his fingers along N's knee and then along his pant
leg while the other was distracted, lingering only a moment once he reached the
thigh and then probing down between them.
"Wait, Bla—" N started before being silenced by Black's tongue. He struggled,
but the more he moved the more Black's palm pressed against him. The hand moved
from his face and grasped into his hair, forcing him deeper into the kiss. As
N's pants tightened, his breathing grew ragged and his eyes rolled shut. Their
tongues wrestled for dominance between their mouths.
By now, their movement had awoken Reshiram, who watched intently but silently
in the darkness. His master's behaviour was novel to him, and the new smells
kept him intrigued. "N…" Black murmured, "Let me undress you." In his
overwhelmed state, the green-haired boy was in no condition to refuse. He only
barely managed to focus his eyes enough to look at Black's flushed face and
nod, then raised his shaking arms into the air. In one smooth move, Black swept
the overshirt up and off, then tossed it aside. He peeled the fitted undershirt
away from N's thin stomach and over his chest; his bangles clinked into the
heap soon after.
The chill of air on his bare skin made N shiver. Once the shirt was off he
lowered his chin and drew in his arms, his long green hair shrouding his face.
Surely, the scars would frighten away anyone; to be so naked was terrifying.
"N…?" Black brushed aside the locks and lifted his head. "It's okay - you're
safe. Lie down," he said. N shifted his weight and settled into the feathers
again, only now he could feel their softness on his back. His mind wandered
while Black unchained his void cube and slid away his pants, leaving only his
briefs behind.
A sudden wetness refocused his attention. "Black…!" he gasped, glancing down to
see only a mess of brown hair stuck to his stomach. Black mouthed the front of
the underwear and licked at the shape beneath. N's breath hitched and he placed
both hands on Black's head. "You shouldn't…you don't have to," he managed.
Black buried his face into the fabric with more vigour, teasing through it with
his teeth and lips. Once he reached the hem, he bit down and pulled it down
enough so that N was exposed.
Again, N shuddered. Goosebumps rose on his flesh and his nipples stiffened. The
breath on his erection was hard like his own, yet Black still demanded nothing.
Instead, he rubbed his cheek against it and sighed, then took only the tip into
his mouth. His tongue delved beneath the foreskin and lapped the darkened head,
causing N's fists to grasp hard into the feathers beneath him. Black lifted his
gaze upward while he pushed back the skin with a swirl of the tongue, then
grinned as he met N's uncertain eyes. "Are you ready?"
"Ready? For whaauh…" N groaned, unable to help arching his back as his cock was
engulfed. He felt fingertips graze the cloth covering his balls, then a gentle
squeeze. Black kept his movements tortuously slow, at first working only the
head until N was nearly at his limit, then drifting further down to edge off
the orgasm. His tongue flattened beneath the shaft and he bobbed quickly
downward. "N-no, Black, no more…S-something…" N plead as he writhed against
Reshiram's wing, "I don't know…I'm dizzy…" His erection throbbed needily
between Black's lips, and the other boy knew – he was close. Black took the
whole length into his mouth, eyes closed, face pressed into messy green whorls
of hair. His throat closed and shifted around the head as he swallowed again
and again, desperate now to hear him, feel him come. Without breath, his cheeks
reddened and his eyes clouded over, but he dared not stop.
N's hips rolled up into the warmth and a gasping cry escaped him. Thick semen
coursed into Black's throat and the brunette's eyelids lolled halfway shut.
Once N's thin body stilled, he lifted his head and smiled. "Nnh, you had a
lot," he mumbled, drops of milky fluid lingering at the corners of his mouth.
"Was it good?"
"It was…the first time I was…allowed to do that," he panted. "Father forbade
me." His mind raced like his heart; how was this young boy's hand so different
from his father's? So gentle but sure, firm but forgiving. He shifted his legs
without thinking to help Black ease his briefs the rest of the way off and
stared at him with wide grey eyes. "…is there more?" he asked, voice trembling,
eager but unsure. There could be more, more like what Ghetsis might do, but
Black would never…
No! He jolted when he felt a slick finger touch beneath his balls and slide
back toward his rear. No! Immediately, his muscles seized and a whimper slipped
from his mouth. No! "No, Father, please!" he begged, "Not that, I'm sorry!" He
stared unseeing at the cloud-printed ceiling, tears already pooling around his
eyes. Black moved to comfort him, but stopped as Reshiram's head curled in to
nuzzle N's cheek. A low rumble emanated from the Pokemon, and like mist in the
sun, the haze cleared. This room might have been where his torment began, but
it would now be where it ended. "…I know. The past is just hard to shake," he
mumbled as he kissed the dragon's nose.
Black's face scrunched with exaggerated jealousy once the mood lightened.
"Focus on me, not Reshiram!" he huffed, putting pressure on N's taint and
making him squirm and cling to the beast's head. His thighs closed around the
probing hand, but as the fingertip became more insistent, his guard relaxed.
They fell open at the knees and were easily guided further apart until Black
had full view. Thin lashing scars and old bruises lingered on the skin like the
memories of Ghetsis's punishments, and the sight hitched Black's breath. He
quashed the rage that swelled in his stomach, then leaned forward.
The first touch came as a surprise, a tender wetness that flicked against N's
hole. The muscle tightened unconsciously as he tried again to close his legs
but was stopped by Black's shoulders. "Black? What's that?" he asked, trying to
look beyond his own body with no success. The younger man knelt up while
supporting N's lower body for better access and plunged his tongue inside.
N's veins felt like lightning coursed through them. He mewled and tossed his
head to the side, gasping for breath. Inside, his body began to ache in an
unfamiliar way – not like the pain of being violated, or the sting of
loneliness. This time it burned, and he did not know how to stop it. Black
first spread the clamping muscle open, then worked his tongue in and out in
shallow thrusts. Once it resisted less, he let his fingers take over instead.
The first entered easily, so the second followed closely.
The slight increase in thickness made N groan again. "Something's different…I'm
hurting, Black," he whimpered, "Make it stop…" Zekrom's eyes opened to the
sound of his friend's pleas, but as he shifted to attack N's 'assailant',
Reshiram nudged his face with his own and growled. They watched as Black again
withdrew his fingers and resumed licking before Zekrom understood how to best
protect his partner. He shifted his weight so he could arch his head toward the
humans, and met eyes with Black, who looked curiously to the dragon. The
legendary beast clapped his jaws and lowered his head toward his friend's legs.
As his pink tongue hung out his maw, a drop of slick saliva splashed between
N's aloft thighs, where the residual electricity crackled against his sensitive
cock and legs. Black worked the tingling liquid against his inner walls and he
whimpered.
"No, it's worse if you do that…" he mumbled; though the sensation of being
spread open eased his desire, the emptiness he did not understand grew in him.
"There has to be something more…I need it." With the help of the saliva, digits
posed no problem for his loosened hole, so Black at last released his legs,
which easily rolled apart. He unzipped his jacket and threw it with his shirt
into the growing pile of clothes.
Once he noticed eyes on him again, he smirked and lifted himself higher so N
could see. "Want to watch?" he teased, tugging on his belt. N's curious stare
did not waver, but he unconsciously licked his suddenly-dry lips when the
buckle clinked and swung free. Once it was pulled out and discarded, the
garment sagged beneath Black's waist. He slid both hands down his hips and
inched both the hems of his pants and boxers down his legs. Despite his best
control, a grunt escaped as the fabric dragged across his sorely neglected
cock, then freed it into the cool night air. "See what you've done to me?"
N nodded, feeling his own twitch at the sight. He was emboldened now that he
saw that Black, despite his attitude, felt the same need. "I want it," he said,
eyes steady, "Come here."
Their sweat-slicked skin rubbed together as Black climbed back atop him. "Are
you telling me what to do?" he asked, "Are you my trainer?"
"No, I'm your king." N's stare was steely in the dim blue light, but quickly
softened when Black pursed his lips. "It was a joke, please, don't look like
that."
"Joke or no, you've already flipped that switch, so take responsibility," Black
replied, grinding their erections between their hips. "Tell me how to please
you, Your Majesty."
N gasped and bucked against his partner's stomach. "I-I couldn't possibly…"
"I only want to serve my master, won't you permit me that?" Black said with a
devilish grin. "Unless Your Majesty wants me to stop…"
"No!" N yelped. The conviction in his voice surprised himself, and he demurred.
"I mean…I want you. Inside." His face washed red and turned aside. Black
shifted his hips further down, probing the skin with the tip of his cock until
he found the well-prepared hole between his cheeks.
"You want me inside? Is that all?" Black murmured into the arch of his neck.
"Would that satisfy you?" N's hips twisted and his legs tightened, but his
struggle went unrewarded. He again faced upward, brows furrowed, to no avail.
Something like words tumbled in his mouth and was stopped by his shy lips.
Black nipped the skin where he lay. "Yes, lord? Did you need anything?"
Tremors tormented N's excited body. His groomed image was cracking under the
force of Black's insistence and his own needs. "Fuck me, please…I beg you," he
plead.
"As you wish." The exposed head slid past the trained muscle and into the
warmth beyond, and both boys cried out. N clenched on instinct to reject the
intrusion, but instead of pressing on, Black gave pause despite how badly he
wanted to cut loose. Once the tightness subsided, he thrust shallowly.
"Ah, Black!" N gasped. He locked his legs snugly, which forced Black farther
in. N pressed his face sideways into his tangle of wild green hair and moaned.
"Like that…deeper inside…" His teeth bared in a panting snarl once he felt
balls and coarse hair rub insistently between his legs. It was a mere glimpse
at the feral child Ghetsis thought he had tamed, only now grown – and hungry.
"More…more…"
The brunette was losing control of the situation, but working to satisfy the
awakened lust of his partner drove him on. He nipped along N's collarbone and
neckline, matching each new mark with a thrust. With N mewling and gasping his
name, he barely lasted a few minutes before orgasm took him. N hissed through
his teeth as his body greedily swallowed every drop, then glanced up through
the corner of his eye as his mouth hung open, panting. He was still very much
hard.
"It's not enough," he huffed, "Don't stop."
Black could barely speak through his own ragged breathing. "Yeah…just a sec…"
"No…now," N insisted. He tilted Black's head back to expose his throat to him
and curled to kiss it. Black's small gasps grew louder and more intense as the
kisses turned to nibbles, then to bites. His dick again began to stir inside
the body beneath him. N sighed in anticipation.
His next bite was particularly hard and caused Black to yelp. "Easy, that hurt
a little," he murmured. The sensitivity in his groin began to subside, so he
ground his hips into N's again to help bring himself to full hardness. N met
each movement with one of his own, breathing hotly against Black's skin. He
groaned when Black lifted his legs higher and leaned into his body, forcing him
to brace with his shoulders so his lover had better leverage.
"Yes…! Right there!" cried N as he felt friction strike his prostate. Waves of
pleasure tingled across his nerves and he groaned loud enough that his voice
echoed through the empty halls. His dull nails raked Black's skin and raised
welts behind them, but the searing pain only urged the boy to move more roughly
into that same spot, again and again until N's voice was overworked and
cracking.
Suddenly, a sharp pain jolted from his throat again, only this time N did not
let go. Teeth punctured skin and easily bruised around the wound. The strangled
cry that escaped Black startled both dragons to their feet, with Black landing
on his back as Reshiram's wing was yanked from beneath them. N barely noticed
in his blind ecstasy and released his bite only to arch over his partner.
"Black…Black…Black…" he repeated, like a mantra that only he understood. With
the help of his legs, he impaled himself relentlessly on his lover's cock until
his body locked up with impending orgasm.
Black took firm hold of his bony hips and plunged up into him, matching N's
enthusiastic cries with his own. "I'm coming again, N…! Ah, damn…!" Semen
flooded into N's ass, quenching at last that desire he felt. He likewise could
not hold back and shot his load along the brunette's chest and face, then
slumped forward. Sweat dripped from his chin onto Black's skin as they both
shuddered in the aftershocks.
"I'm…tired," N managed to mumble. "How is something so nice so exhausting?"
Black helped lift him off his softening erection and the older boy flopped
unceremoniously beside him and felt a viscous trickle escape down his inner
thigh.
"Probably because you're an animal, 'Lord N'. This mark will take at least a
week to go away. I think it's still bleeding. I can't go home like this."
N smiled peacefully. He was composed and gentle again. "I would have warned
you, had I known. But you were my first…real partner. I didn't know that could
feel so good." He reached a pale hand to thumb the blood from the wound and
licked it from the digit. "We should take a vacation to Nimbasa. To let you
heal…to go to the amusement park…Your mother does not know you've found me. And
after all that…maybe you can help me to heal, too. We have a lot of work to do
on our path. But at least now we can walk it together."
Black nodded and smiled back. "Yeah, let's. But don't bite me like that again;
I can't let mom see it."
"Then let's find our own place, in our own town." He draped the upper half of
his body on Black's chest and touched noses with him. "We're adults now. Our
parents have no more control over us."
Somehow, it felt more like his last thought was meant more for himself, but
Black laced his hand in N's hair nonetheless. "For now, let's just rest. We can
talk this over in the morning with our Pokemon." His head was foggy with sleep
and his eyes drifted closed. The last thing he remembered before succumbing was
the feeling of warm feathers returning to his right, a loved one to his left,
and a soft blue glow that washed over everything.
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